Creative Contemplation. Knitting
A new habit My family call it an obsession. I do bring it with me when I know there will be moments of stillness: while the children are encouraged into bed; while the [...]
A new habit My family call it an obsession. I do bring it with me when I know there will be moments of stillness: while the children are encouraged into bed; while the [...]
Asking for help For twenty years, I have invested significantly of time, energy, money, into my craft, my evolving ministry through words. Story crafting, telling, interpreting, listening. Poetry, liturgy, prayer, song. I spend [...]
Love is the Song I met with a family recently, to plan the funeral of a loved one. As they spoke with me about the choice of songs to sing, I could hear, [...]
Reflection for a wedding, 1 July 2023 To love is not to possess - James Kavanaugh To love is not to possess, To own or imprison, Nor to lose [...]
Reflection for Pilgrim Uniting Church, 25 June 2023 Sarah's turn as God promised, though I had laughed to think of motherhood, shocked to think of motherhood, afraid of motherhood [...]
Play Jigsaw puzzles are like meditation for me, in a way. They invite a focus on this present image, this present portion of an image. They are about process more [...]
jacarandas shout rebirth! life turns out of winter sleep; yet, spring’s unseasonal storms wash purple tears in torrents a brother, all of a sudden; a mother, cancer let go at last the trees and [...]
Poems from Whisper On My Palm Whisper On My Palm is a new collection of poems I will have published with Resource Publications in 2022. These are poems through the experiences of grief, illness, [...]
Eighteen Even now, it's as if no time at all has gone. But you have. You have; and the space gapes a void with no hugs or your laughing [...]
From time to time, friends tag each other on Facebook in ten day sharing sprees on a theme: black and white photo from your day; albums that had a significant impact; books you love. [...]
In which I find my way back to joy! Steps forward, back, and forward again I felt the feelings. I took wine off the menu. I began to sleep more deeply under [...]
these clean flannelette sheets smell like the cupboard in which they sat through the warm months, waiting, and remind me of her house – not her sheets, for they were stored [...]